When I was a kid, I wasn’t allowed to leave the table until I ate all of my vegetables. “They’re good for you!” my Mom would exclaim.
The problem was, she didn’t know how to cook them.
Broccoli and cauliflower were soggy masses of florets that had been boiled to death. Asparagus turned into a slimy mess. Carrots lost every bit of their crunch…and green beans from a can were always dreaded.
There wasn’t an ounce of flavor or texture in any of them. (Needless to say, I wasn’t a vegetable-loving kid.)